ON HOLD
"𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮"
In which Billie is Steve Harrington's best friend would do anything for him, including fi...
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Billie pushed Ellie into the stall door. Kissing her just as hard as before. Ellie moved her hands to Billie's cheeks, as if the girl wanted the encounter to be all about love and gentle gestures, but the Mora girl had another idea. All the brunette wanted was to forget what she saw the day before. The girl lowered her hand slowly, slipping it into Ellie's pants, but before she could touch anything, she was pushed away, hard.
"What the fuck?" She asked confused, while Ellie frantically fixed herself. Ellie reached for the lock in the bathroom stall, without responding to the brunette, so she tried again, "did I do anything?"
"No," Ellie panted, "this is just wrong," she fixed her shirt, looking at herself in the mirror, "I don't know what I was thinking. This is wrong! Just pretend this never happened!"
As Ellie rushed out of the bathroom Billie stood still by the stall door, still stunned by the situation. She knew what kind of pressure and scrutiny someone like them would face if they got caught, and she also knew that most people weren't like her, they cared about what people had to say, especially in a town like Hawkins. But she had to admit, in her current state of mind being called wrong was a punch in the gut.
The brunette decided she wouldn't let that bother her, she looked at herself in the mirror, fixed her hair and overalls, picked her backpack from the bathroom counter and walked out of the bathroom. Just as she walked out the bell rang, making the brunette take a deep breath, all she needed after the night she had was going to literature class.
Billie was good at math, science, and anything that didn't constitute much reading. Growing up the girl was very smart, but her reading difficulties made her aunt take her to a doctor. The diagnosis was easy, dyslexia, a learning disability that made word recognition, spelling, and decoding harder, but the treatment was not that easy. She needed special and targeted teaching, something they did not have in Hawkins. Michelle basically became a teacher, she spent days at the library reading every medical research book she could find, teaching books as well, anything that would help her niece. Michelle Moreau was the only reason why Billie Mora could read properly at her age, but the older woman not only did that, she also almost ripped the Hawkins principal in two, which led the teenager to have extra time when taking tests. But all of that didn't mean Billie enjoyed sixty minutes of reading.
The More girl walked towards her classroom calmly, knowing full well she would be late for her class. She didn't care about the class, but the girl did not want the distraction that was about to come.
"Billie!" A soft voice called behind her, making the girl turn around.
"Nancy?" She almost asked, surprised that someone like Nancy would be in the hallway and she was supposed to be in class.
"I have a study hall," the Wheeler girl explained, knowing what Billie was thinking. "I just... I have a question," she approached Billie.
"Yeah," Billie said, wanting to get that conversation over with.
